: There is a light, a flickering light The eye in the sky is now approaching I fall into, the well of taboo In the maelstrom of morte I am floating I
cut I worship thee Sovereign of the sky magic power, sign and song o Inspirer, Thou of live hope and joy I worship thee Sovereign of the sky magic power
: [l: Mike Portnoy] A single star behind me A red sky burns ahead A lonely light below me Awake among the dead An overwhelming feeling Leaves me numband
-o-ohh. Crashing o-o-o-ohh. Crashing o-o-o-ohh like waves. Way out where the water is blue there's no land to be seen. The sky and the ocean fuse together
Detroit Detroit I bust a cap and holdin psycho less you know I'm paranoid Detroit Detroit Detroit Detroit Detroit Detroit Detroit Runnin down this alley too, a blue Malibu Sky
your streets is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets And babe, the sky too, is folding over you Oba trotzdem, was vorbei is, is vorbei, Baby Blue
, swung as a gait MH: Mild as a cigarette, it sure tastes great! JL: Foggy as London, rough as a buss TB: Solid as a stonewall and ornery as a cuss MH: Blue as the sky
passin by so I aint worried bout the tone So holla at me homie when you see me in that blue spurn We run a city need a office next to blue bird [Hook
They had to stick me in the chest with a shot of methadown Recreation time we went to the courtyard, four guards in white and they might be important And the sky is blue
in your head Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it don't bother you Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead
Lying on the bright blue jumping mats Dinner bell is ringing Barking dogs and model planes And the sound of passing trains We watch for bonfires in the sky
empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it's all over now, Baby Blue
: Blind your head in catastrophe icicles No-one?s fed in cycles led by cycles dead Ask to shine the flag Love is distance and blue sits like apples bite
I'm lonely wanna die If I ain't dead already Ooh girl you know the reason why. In the morning wanna die In the evening wanna die If I ain't dead
: (feat. Mos Def, Freeway, The Harlem Boys Choir) [Kanye West] We in the streets playa, getcha mail It's only two places you'll end up - either dead
filled with holage Just do the knowledge, remind them Sit down, their palms are red, I'm the Mystic Black finger nails, blue lipstick Who is this? You
world Are you ready for the year 2000 Plenty of love in the year 2000 Happy-go-lucky in the year 2000 We wanna funk in the year 2000 Blue sky will fall
by Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load And the building scrapes the sky Cold wind ripping down the allay at dawn And the morning paper flies Dead